You may think your dad is sort of hokey sometimes, but you still love him right? The same goes for the Hons’ To Skyward, an album your dad would love. This is adult contemporary power pop, in the best sense of the term. To Skyward is the album Weezer wishes they could make if they could muster the sincerity.

Dad would love the Hons because he appreciates craftsmanship, and To Skyward is painstakingly crafted, from the tight-yet-light songwriting, to the perfect but not stifled recording, to the delicious and crafty guitar leads peppered throughout by local guitar god and auxiliary Hon, Cranston Clements. David Torkanowsky also lends B3 to several tracks. Your dad also dislikes the way new rock singers whine and scream and struggle with their limitations, but the Hons’ Richard Bates sings to his strengths and keeps it cool, staying in the pocket like a power-pop Frank Sinatra until, as near the end of “Touching Leaves,” he busts into one of the nicest falsettos you’ve ever heard.

The Hons can get a little hokey, like when Bates equates love (the consistent topic of the record) with Star Wars (“Sixth sense detects tremors in The Force”) on the faux metal “There Was a Time,” and when his in-the-pocket voice admits, “I got a box of condoms / and your wicked smile is on my mind.” A nerdy randiness runs throughout the album—sex comes up bluntly where you least expect it—and while its candy-coated sweetness may seem cute and cuddly to some, others may think, “Knock it off, dad!” But since guitar-driven power pop often sounds like teenagers having rushed sex, the Hons’ smooth, adult take on the genre is strikingly listenable, while showing the kids how it should be done.